I'm Feeling A Kind Of Liberty To

I Think Of The Security Of Cages. How Violence, Cruelty, Oppression, Become A Kind Of Home, A Familiar Pattern, A Cage, In Which We Know How To Operate And Define Ourselves.

It Seems To Me There's This Tyranny That's Not Accidental Or Incidental, To Make Women Feel Compelled To Look Like Somebody They're Not. I Think The Effort Is Being Made To Get Us To Turn Our Time And Attention To This Instead Of Important Political Issues.

To Love Women, To Love Our Vaginas, To Know Them And Touch Them And Be Familiar With Who We Are And What We Need. To Satisfy Ourselves, To Teach Our Lovers To Satisfy Us, To Be Present In Our Vaginas, To Speak Of Them Out Loud, To Speak Of Their Hunger And Pain And Loneliness And Humor, To Make Them Visible So They Cannot Be Ravaged In The Dark Without Great Consequence, So That Our Center, Our Point, Our Motor, Our Dream, Is No Longer Detached, Mutilated, Numb, Broken, Invisible, Or Ashamed.

Decide Whether You Want To Be Liked Or Admired.

There's An Underlying Puritanicalness In America That Is Not That Different To The Prudishness Of Britain - It Just Manifests Itself In Different Ways.